Ramadan Has Come
Rumiمولانا
ماه رمضان آمد ای یار قمر سیما
The month of Ramadan has come, O friend with the face of the moon:
بربند سر سفره بگشای ره بالا
tie up the table-cloth and open the way that leads above.
ای یاوهٔ هر جایی وقتست که بازآیی
You who stray everywhere, it is time that you came back;
بنگر سوی حلوایی تا کی طلبی حلوا
look towards the sweet-maker: how long will you go seeking sweets?
یک دیدن حلوایی زانسان کندت شیرین
A single sight of the sweet-maker will make you so sweet
که شهد ترا گوید: « خاک توم ای مولا »
that honey itself will say to you, ‘I am your dust, my lord.’
مرغت ز خور و هیضه مانده ست در این بیضه
Your bird, from eating and surfeit, is stuck inside this egg:
بیرون شو ازین بیضه تا باز شود پرها
come out of this egg, so that its wings may open.
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بلبلی برگ گلی خوش رنگ در منقار داشت
و اندر آن برگ و نوا خوش ناله‌های زار داشت
A nightingale held in its beak a rose petal of lovely colour,
and with that petal and its song it made sweet, piteous laments.
A nightingale held a rose petal
ستاره ای بدرخشید و ماه مجلس شد
دل رمیده ما را رفیق و مونس شد
A star shone out and became the moon of the gathering,
became friend and companion to our startled heart.
A star shone out
سحر بلبل حکایت با صبا کرد
که عشق روی گل با ما چه‌ها کرد
At dawn the nightingale told its tale to the east wind:
"See what love for the rose's face has done to us!"